New Year's Names - Sex Stories

New Year's Names

... in Central Park. There was a fourth, but it was already dead." "God I hate people who do that. Why couldn't they just take them to a shelter? Why didn't you tell me about them sooner?" "Well, I wasn't sure they would survive. I called Jo's b*****r. He's a vet, and he gave me first aid instructions. And yesterday I took them over to get their shots. He said they're a healthy bunch now. I didn't want to get you upset if they died." "What makes you think I would have gotten upset?" "OH Marty, after you told me how you cried over the mouse Amber killed?" "Well, yeah, I guess I would have." "That's why I've been in kind of a rush to get home every evening; I had to feed the babies." "Oh, I just thought you wanted to cool it a bit, you know. I mean it was kinda sudden." "Humm, yes it was sudden. But I don't really want to cool it." My answer was lost in the kiss. Chris fit so well in my arms; I loved stroking her softness. And she when she kisses you, your toes curl and you forget that anything else exists. CRASH. Well that sent us flying apart. I ran in the kitchen to see the hideous plate that Cleo's mom had given us lying in pieces on the floor. That was the other custody battle Cleo and I had when we broke up--who had to keep the plate. She insisted that her mother had given it to me. I was willing to trade it for Amber, but she wasn't having any of that. Well, now it was a moot point. The kitten sat on the top shelf of the hutch surveying the mess with great satisfaction. And ...

... I got out the broom and dustbin with equal satisfaction. Good, now I didn't have to look at the thing. [no comment!] "OOPS. Bad kitty." "Oh don't scold him. I hated this thing." "Then why did you keep it?" "Well, it was a gift." "From someone you cared about?" "Well, no. From Cleo's mother." "Yes, you would keep it," she said laughing. "I should go and get the rest of your present." "The rest?" "Yes. I picked up a litter box and dishes and a week's supply of cat food." "Oh, you didn't have to do that." "Well, he dose like to have his own things. Sibling rivalry can be very difficult to deal with. Would you like to meet his s****r?" "Sure. What happened to the third kitten?" "Jo took her. Now we can all have f****y reunions together." The thought of having a f****y, made me smile. I hadn't had one since my "coming out" in college. I don't think that my folks were really homophobic, it just gave them an excuse not to talk to me. It took me about five years to figure out that that was probably the best thing they ever did for me. Cleo's parents accepted that she was a lesbian (never a dyke), but they barely tolerated me. But to do them justice, they wouldn't have tolerated me any better if I were a man. They just didn't like there daughter being involved with someone outside of there religion. You know, Money. My new baby's s****r was a little calico. Humm, some mixed parentage here. She ran over to Chris as soon as she came in and tried to climb up her legs. Well, I would too ...